Emma Frost - Headmistress

The sun was setting at the Massachusetts Academy, casting a warm glow over the campus. Headmistress Emma Frost, a vision of elegance and power, stood before a full-length mirror, pulling the white stockings over her long, toned legs. The stockings were clipped to a garter belt, the skimpy lingerie far from demeaning in her eyes—instead, it made her feel powerful and in control. She knew her allure, the way men coveted and desired her, not just for her position and riches but for her body and the power she held over them. Her attire was a tool, a means to distract and manipulate, and she wielded it with precision.

Emma smiled at her reflection, knowing the effect she had on the student body. She could sense the arousal buzzing around the campus, an expected occurrence soon after school curfew. A significant portion of the male student population, and even a few daring females, would be indulging in fantasies of their headmistress, stroking themselves to images of her. Ms. Frost not only tolerated these secret desires but encouraged them, knowing the loyalty it bred. It was better to have her students devoted to her than fall prey to the influence of others.

She appraised her body in the mirror, her smile growing. Sensing the thoughts and fantasies of her students only added to her pleasure. Emma Frost was a woman who understood the power of her body and how to use it to her advantage. As she finished admiring herself, she heard the limo arrive, ready to take her to the Hellfire Club meeting.

Emma smiled at her reflection, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She knew the effect her presence would have at the meeting, just as she knew the effect she had on her students. Stepping out of her office, she was abruptly plunged into darkness. A quick glance out the window revealed a power outage, the campus now shrouded in darkness.

Emma frowned...